Yo, lost the jade seal?

The sharp wind and sand blows towards the face, and the front is pitch black, which is completely different from the comfortable inn.

Ye Qiubai came to the desert for the first time and had no experience in it. It was only after leaving the inn that he realized the madness of the desert.

The blown sand blinded his eyes, and Ye Qiubai covered his nose tightly with both hands to breathe.

With his legs striding forward with difficulty, Ye Qiubai struggled to keep up with the pace of the person in front of him.

Ye Qiubai is very sure that that person is Mu Qing.

Mu Qing didn't even change her clothes, and her seemingly thin body was walking like flying in the strong wind, heading deeper.

Ye Qiubai struggled to follow for a few miles, and suddenly the wind and sand dispersed. Before Ye Qiubai opened his eyes, he was startled by a roar.

The roar came roaring, close in sight and far away in the sky.

Ye Qiubai slowly opened his eyes, and suddenly a chill came over his heart.

At this time, he was in a secluded forest, the cold wind was blowing from the forest, the huge vent was deep and hollow, with no end in sight, the roar came from the cave entrance.

Finding this place from the inn, Ye Qiubai's mood was ups and downs. At this moment, Ye Qiubai felt that it would be better to be attacked by wind and sand than this dead and silent forest.

Following Mu Qing all the way here, Mu Qing disappeared, and there is no other way here, it seems that he can only look for it in the cave.

Ye Qiubai clenched the hilt of his sword, and gradually approached the cave entrance.

The flat footsteps suddenly sank downward, Ye Qiubai staggered, and knelt on the ground with one leg, but thanks to the support of A Shujian, he did not fall to the ground.

Jumping out of the bottom of the pit, Ye Qiubai took a look around the pit under the moonlight.

With his finger in the air, he gestured slightly to draw the shape of the pothole, and after drawing a circle, Ye Qiubai paused in place.

The big pit that suddenly appeared at the entrance of the deep forest was definitely not formed by the heat, its shape resembled the footprints of a beast.

When I was a child, I heard A Shu say that there are four images in the world, whose shape is higher than a multiple of human beings, or whose appearance is the same as that of human beings, or a combination of the two, unpredictable changes, the world sees them but does not know them, so no one knows.

Ye Qiubai stared at the pothole in silence for a long time, then turned around holding A Shu, and plunged into the windy sand again.

Ye Qiubai didn't return to the inn until Dongfang showed a pale belly.

It was three poles high in the sun, and Ye Qiubai was still sleeping soundly. After being slapped by the wind and sand all night, Ye Qiubai felt that his body was about to fall apart.

Seeing that Ye Qiubai was tired, Zhan Hong didn't ask any further questions, and wanted to wait for him to rest before discussing.

Usually Ye Qiubai is the leader, but Zhan Hong always feels that he is still a child.

Although he lost his childishness early in the camp, he couldn't resist his young age. Zhan Hong had served two generations of the Ye family, and seeing Ye Qiubai's growth and transformation with his own eyes, he felt more and more distressed for him.

The sun was shining brightly outside as usual, Zhan Hong guarded Ye Qiubai for a few hours, and suddenly realized that it was almost noon, why was there not even a little movement in the inn.

Just about to go out to get something to eat, there was a noise of throwing pots and bowls outside, followed by Lai Yu's scolding.

The quiet atmosphere was instantly broken.

In the bed, Ye Qiubai had already got up and put on his robe.

"Qiubai, are you awake?" Zhan Hong turned back from the door and poured a cup of tea for Ye Qiubai.

Ye Qiubai pulled it back hard, and the loose long hair was neatly tied into the headband without any mess.

After taking the tea from Zhan Hong, Ye Qiubai took a sip, took out a new handkerchief to wipe off the water stains on the corners of his mouth, and said to Zhan Hong, "Do you believe that there are four phenomena in the world?"

Caught off guard by the question, Zhan Hong looked at Ye Qiubai in a daze, and didn't say a word for a while.

Outside the house where there was constant quarrel, there was the sound of throwing bowls again, followed by Mu Qing's sharp rooster voice cursing back.

After hearing Mu Qing's voice, Ye Qiubai became solemn, interrupted the conversation with Zhan Hong, opened the door and went downstairs.

Zhan Hong followed behind Ye Qiubai in a daze.

As soon as they entered the backyard, they saw Lai Yu and Mu Qing fighting, and there were many broken bowls scattered on the bottom of their feet. Don't think too much, these are the culprits of the fighting.

Ding Xi didn't know where to go, white smoke came out of the kitchen, he was probably cooking.

Mr. Sandao was sitting not far away, on a rocking chair under the shade of a large shed, holding a book in his hand, immersing himself in his own world without paying attention.

The loud noises were all made by these two people.

Zhan Hong covered his ears, and said to Ye Qiubai with an irritable expression, "Qiubai, let's go up, they are too noisy."

Ye Qiubai didn't return, his eyes were fixed on Mu Qing.

Mu Qing picked up another earthenware bowl and hung it halfway in the air, threatening Lai Yu excitedly, without any sign of sleepiness.

"Cough!" San Dao's heart-piercing cough came from not far away, Lai Yu and Mu Qing stopped arguing and looked at San Dao.

San Dao sat motionless on the rocking chair, still immersed in the book.

The two turned their eyes and met Ye Qiubai who was standing by the back door.

"Are you up?" Lai Yu stepped on the fragments and walked towards Ye Qiubai, putting his hands on Ye Qiubai's shoulders eagerly.

"Yeah." Ye Qiubai replied briefly, then hurriedly turned around and entered the lobby, her calm headband flew all the way with Ye Qiubai's trot.

Lai Yu was not too embarrassed, rolled up his sleeves with his hands hanging in the air, and quickened his pace to chase after Ye Qiubai.

"Bang!" There was a loud sound of falling books from under the shed. Three hands were behind their backs, and the two slender legs under the robes quickly moved towards the lobby, like a rooster about to fight.

"Old man, what are you in a hurry for!" Mu Qing was pushed aside by San Dao, making way for him.

After taking a few steps back, Mu Qing chased after San Dao.

Ding Xi didn't know what happened, just brought out a bowl of steaming pancakes from the kitchen, wiped the sweat from his brow, and walked towards the lobby.

"The sandstorm has stopped, when are you going to leave?" San Dao ran wildly all the way, and finally rushed ahead of Lai Yu to ask.

Ye Qiubai stopped in his tracks and stood on his back without turning his head.

Ye Qiubai's skin is thin, and he can't stand the old man's repeated orders to evict guests.

Just as he didn't know how to answer, there was a sudden knock on the door.

"Who is it?" Lai Yu yelled outside the door, interrupting the awkward atmosphere, and walked towards the door.

Three sullen faces stopped talking.

Ye Qiubai turned his body slightly, and glanced at Lai Yu.

"Who? Our inn is closed for the time being, you go back!" Lai Yu shouted back to the closed gate.

However, the knock on the door still did not stop, but the intensity was getting weaker and weaker.

Through the window paper, Lai Yu didn't see anyone, and when he sensed something was wrong, Lai Yu turned to look at Mr. San Dao.

San Dao also noticed it, and walked towards Lai Yu.

Ye Qiubai followed closely behind.

The atmosphere tightened in an instant, and the few who had just entered the lobby moved closer to the gate without saying a word.

"The wind and sand just stopped today, it's a rare and good day..." Mu Qing and Ding Xi chattered at each other.

Taking advantage of the situation, Lai Yu opened the door abruptly.

A person lying on the threshold fell into the lobby unexpectedly.

Lai Yu quickly turned around this person, and after seeing his face clearly, everyone gasped.

Half of this person's face had been shaved off, bones were visible in the bloody carrion, and in the blood, those dilated pupils were fixedly staring at the few who were watching.

Seeing this tragic situation, everyone present felt sick and uncomfortable.

"Small hills... hills." The man's breath weakened, and he uttered a sentence with difficulty.

Lai Yu resisted the discomfort and leaned forward to listen.

After being scorched by the bright and scorching sun, the wound rotted badly, and the stench rushed towards Lai Yu's nostrils.

Lai Yu didn't change his expression, he was engrossed in the weak words of this person.

The man repeated it several times before he swallowed his breath, Lai Yu quickly got up and moved away from the man

"What did he say?" Sandao asked.

"Hill." Lai Yu looked at San Dao, his eyebrows shrank unconsciously.

San Dao also turned embarrassing and stopped talking.

"Where is the hill?" Ye Qiubai asked Lai Yufa with a solemn expression.

"Walk about three or four miles to the west." Lai Yu turned his eyes away from the corpse and spoke back to Ye Qiubai.

Ye Qiubai nodded his head a few times unconsciously, and shouted to Zhan Hong: "Zhan Hong! Wake them up, we will go to the hill immediately." Holding the Ah Shu sword tightly, he ran out of the house.

Zhan Hong immediately turned around, and went upstairs in three steps at a time. After a while, the soldiers set off to the west in a serious manner.

Seeing the crowd leave, San Dao's complexion became even uglier. When he came behind Lai Yu, he said coldly: "This time, I can't get rid of it at all."

Lai Yu ignored San Dao's cold words, crossed his hands and stretched upwards, twisted his neck, and said with a sigh of relief: "I haven't used my brain for a long time, I'll go and have a look."

After finishing speaking, Lai Yu left the inn.

San Dao blew his beard and stared at Lai Yu's back for a while, then turned around and shouted at the two people in the store: "You guys dispose of the corpse, and then go to the hills!"

Confessing the elbow, San Dao angrily followed Lai Yu.

"Don't forget to lock the door!" After walking a few steps, San Dao turned back worriedly and instructed.

All the people in the inn hurried away, leaving only Mu Qing and Ding Xi staring wide-eyed, and a corpse beyond recognition.

"Did I fucking agree to this old man?" Mu Qing looked at Ding Xi in surprise.

Ding Xi smiled stupidly, picked up the corpse on the ground, and said, "I'll finish this right away, you take the key, and we'll set off later."

Mu Qing surrounded Ding Xi, scolding chatteringly.

Ding Xi just kept laughing, busy disposing of the corpses, never idle for a moment.

After burying the body, while Mu Qing was still cursing, Ding Xi had no choice but to lock the door with the key, and walked westward with half pushing and half holding Mu Qing.

A group of people came to the hill with the wind under their feet.

Hills as high as three feet are rare in the desert where the wind blows all the year round. A few of them climbed to the top of the hill without stopping.

A strong smell of blood rushed towards the face along the direction of the wind, and the small hills below were piled up with broken corpses, scorched by the scorching sun, and the stench was suffocating.

Ye Qiubai stood on the top of the mound, looking at the dead body. The pit was full of stumps, blood stains all over the ground, there was not even a place to step down, and the smell was so disgusting.

Just as he was hesitating, he put his hands on his shoulders, and there was an itching in his ears from scratching his beard.

Lai Yu leaned close to Ye Qiubai's ear, and said: "Child, stay up there, don't dirty your white robe, I'll go down and have a look before I'll tell you."

Patting Ye Qiubai on the shoulder, Lai Yu rushed down the hill with a vigorous step.

Ye Qiubai locked Lai Yu's eyes tightly, and there was a stubbornness in his eyes.

Tucking the hem of his robe into his belt, Ye Qiubai followed Lai Yu down the hill.

☆、The case of mass destruction without tail 5